How could either woman have done that to Dad, to us as a family?
And maybe Mom was just chased by the other man,Lyndall's mother the one who crumbled. Because it would explain a lot. Why he wants nothing much to do with her but also holds tight to her life.
Sure, Lyndall is female, not male, but times have changed, and there are more women in the criminal world.
I actually shiver.
It makes an awful sense.
His second wife betrayed him and us, and I think he might find it hard to look at Lyndall sometimes.
Or maybe I'm giving the bastard too much credit there.
But right now, it doesn't matter. Right now, I'm here, in the office, with the girl I ate out sitting at the desk in the foyer, and I...
Fuck. I really want to say I feel like some kind of slime, but I don't.
It is still me she is flirting with, she just happens to think I'm Alex.
But it is me. It is me without covers, without a shield in the way life demands one. It is me unfiltered, naked. It is the kinks and the fantasies I don't tend to let out.
And I want more.
I do have meetings today, but I'm back in my office, working, as I have to meet up with Silas and Cade later, when Lola knocks on my door.
"Shouldn't you be home?" I lean back in my chair to try and hide the way my heart lurches and blood heats at the sight of her.
She is in a red shirt and pencil skirt. Maybe it is a dress.
I didn't exactly go through her closet when I was there. I have got some standards. Sort of.
And I offer her a cocky smile. "Waiting for your non-boyfriend?"
"Did you learn that at arrogant asshole school?" she asks sweetly, right before horror slams into her.
I point at Lola. "Did you say the quiet part out loud?"
"Uh...maybe. Sorry."
"Why? I was being a little asshole-like."
And she laughs before it peters off. She turns and closes my door, facing it, breathing in.
Her shoulders rise and then finally fall as she exhales.
Part of me wants to point out that I'm not expecting visitors and no staff comes up here unless invited. It just seems to be how things are done. I will get a call or email...
I want to say something, but I want to know why she shut the door more.
My cock hardens.
Does she want to jump me?
"I...uh...I..." Lola turns. "I need a favor, Enzo."
I'm grateful for the distraction of her serious face, as it deflates the hard-on a little. I honestly don't need to be hard when she is in the room.
What if I have to move? How the fuck would that look?
